We took our bikes on the last trip to Tokyo. Husband got a ticket at one point because he couldn’t read the signs 🙁

I rediscovered the picture this morning while poking through my photos for inspiration. It makes me giggle every time I look at it.

He had to use one of the bike parking lots when he went to Nakano (really awesome if you’re a old toy collector). When he came back to the hotel, he told me the story of having to retrieve his bike. The lot attendants didn’t speak any English and he barely spoke any Japanese. He had barely started his Japanese lessons and had a hard time remembering how to say “Big Black Bicycle.” He was so tickled that he finally remembered and said it well enough for the attendants to figure out which bike he was talking about.

Here he is assembling his bike at the hotel:

His bike was certainly popular in Tokyo. I thought they were looking at my folding bike because it’s the center of attention here in LA when we ride around. Everywhere we went he had a crowd around his bike. Here is our first encounter with some admiring locals outside Tokyu Hands: